journal

Blood, violence and death.

These are the topics I've all too often heard spoken between those gathered in the local Inn and tavern of Bree-town and the more I have listened the more I've learned what the nature of Men has turned to. It terrifies me.

Bill Ferny and the Squint-Eyed Southerner.

These are names that I have heard in passing as I venture the markets here in Bree, neither spoken kindly of.

It has been so long since I have written. The book held a layer of dust, the pages old and worn, I'm worried that the pages may fall out as I write this.

But I had to write.

I saw him today.  

I can't remember how long it has been since last but I had to know. He's grown much since last time I saw him and he seems happy. He was laughing. He has a beautiful laugh.

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir
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When the greenway took me to familiar lands, I didn't expect such events to unfold.
No people here know me, and that might be best. I took the alias of Gamber, hastily thought up and honestly, I had to look to my horse to think of it. However much the old Captain forbid us to go in to the Town itself, it was too long of a road to stay away from well-reputed ale and properly cooked food. 

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir

It has now fallen to me,the captaincy of Tinnudir and Alaghir's company. After knowing the man for a lifetime, his luck was finally spent upon the stormed waves of the Belegaer Sea, along with many of our kinsmen. In fact, I return alone. This journal will act as the only witness to my journey if i should fail, and if indeed i live to write it to it's last page it will be the account of my Captaincy from beginning to end, however soon or late it may come.

The wisdom of the elves! 

I remember now why it is I so treasure this simple book, to keep a journal and speak my most private words, make bare the true extent of my feelings. Today, I feel only frustration and disappointment. I burn with anger at the injustice and negligence I have witnessed. 

It has been some time since I last wrote here. My time has been short to write of my experiences, and they have been many, my work alongside my remaining kinsmen around Bree-land has continued.